The Gym, Monday morning

[willbethenight]

Sure, his first workshop was first period, but that wasn't until 9:00. That gave Bruce plenty of time to start his day with a run around the island while still leaving time for a trip to the gym. After stretching out and warming up, Bruce actually skipped the punching bag, choosing a lower intensity workout before the first day of class he'd had in

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[wrongkindofsith]

Given that Cara stalked in and immediately began slugging the bag with far more force than was necessary, it was entirely possible that it wouldn't actually be there later.

She'd probably notice acknowledge Bruce when she wasn't quite so focused on bag-related violence.

[willbethenight]

"If you destroy that bag, I'm sure the school can afford a new one," Bruce mentioned.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara paused mid-swing. "Then they should have bought a better one to begin with."

As greetings went, it was more than most people would have gotten.

[willbethenight]

"Taking out anger over something in particular, or is this just the way you always train?" Bruce asked. If it was, he was surprised the school didn't go through more gym equipment.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara slammed her fist hard against the bag in what would have been a solid gut-shot in a person. "Yes." Sometimes a non-specific truth was more effective than a lie.

[willbethenight]

"I'm going to ask a stupid question here," Bruce said, hoping to save Cara time so she wouldn't have to call it a stupid question. "But do you want to talk about it?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"You're right, that is a stupid question." So much for time-saving. Then, softer. "And no."

[willbethenight]

"If you ever change your mind, I'm a decent listener," Bruce said in a fairly comforting tone. He rarely used his listening prowess to comfort people, though. Mostly to spy on them.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I'm not a decent talker." Which was clearly working out great for her. Yep.

[willbethenight]

"But you're pretty good at assaulting inanimate objects," Bruce offered.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara gave him a smile without much warmth behind it. "Animate ones tend to complain."

[willbethenight]

"Maybe you need to take on a better class of animate object," Bruce said, showing a smirk. "Or at least a less whiny class."

[OOC: And I'm taking off for festivities. SP?]

[wrongkindofsith]

"Are you volunteering?" All things considered, that mightn't be the brightest idea. For either of them.

[ooc: Sure. Have fun!]

[willbethenight]

"Sure. I haven't had a good spar with anyone around here in a long time," Bruce said as he stopped pedaling and slid off the bike. It would be a nice test of what he'd learned in Nanda Parbat.

[wrongkindofsith]

"What do you know, neither have I?" It's what happened when you went out of your way to avoid human contact. That and sparring involved pulling your punches.

[willbethenight]

"If only we still had the Fight Club at Atlas Gym," Bruce mused as he walked over. Once he was a few steps away from Cara, he settled into a defensive stance. "Whenever you're ready."